Peter shrugged lightly. "Didn't come up," he said, softly. "I haven't gotten hurt around you before. Or if I did, it healed fast enough that I didn't notice."
Whe she said she'd cried, though the evidence was clear on her face, Peter's expression softened, and one hand lifted to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "I got better, Sarah. But I didn't mean to let you cry."
His other hand brushed the hair away from her face, and then he was drawing her closer, kissing away the tear stains on her cheeks and letting her feel the warmth in his lips, to know that he was alive, warm and alive.